Vincent Wright was never raised by his biological parents, never raised by one family through his childhood either. He was the one unwanted, given away to never belong to the name of Wright.

Even with the murder of five children baring down his neck, the experiments of William evident, he went back at twenty years old to discover three strapping young boys, his brothers by blood, were raised by those who sent him away without a second thought.

As the three grew up, the purple man visited occasionally through the years to offer support if it was ever needed. The younger brothers were raised with the idea Vincent never should've been family, a simple outsider to tease and insult to no end.

Now with the night guard's, the Wright family was left to live out their lives without him, all three with families of their own and only vaguely remembering the purple man who visited them. He hadn't left their minds completely, however, and one night the three agree to see what their strange and elusive brother has been up to.

This is where our story begins...

Please take note Vincent has been experimented on and given 'upgrades', including but not limited to enhanced strength, purple skin color, enhanced hearing, night vision, etc.


NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Mention of murder
Mention of violence
Experimentations on living people
Being sent away from a family
We have no intentions of making a light proclamation of any theme used in this story. We are not trying to offend or hurt anyone with the descriptions and circumstances given.

DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.


"ATTACK!"

Jeremy squeaks in fear as three other people seem to appear out of no where, all of them dog piling onto Vincent as the purple man disappears from view.

His fear only rises when his friend doesn't immediately shove the attackers away with his inhuman strength.

"V-V-Vincent!"

The former murderer nearly throws the three men aside at Jeremy's cry, unable to help himself with how scared the young adult sounded. But he couldn't possibly reveal the 'upgrades' Will gave him to the three currently snickering like idiots. Not when they already have his skin color to make fun of.

"Jeremy, I'm fine. I suggest you run and save yourself, though."

"Come on, Vinny! We're just having a bit of fun!"

The young adult watches as who seems to be the eldest finally breaks away from the heap, grinning like a madman as he looks down at the guard.

"Damn! He wasn't kidding when he said you look just like a squeaky toy!"

Jeremy can't help but back away at the tone given, almost whimpering as he attempts to keep a far enough distance away.

"I d-do n-n-n-not."

"And he does stutter!" The seemingly second oldest finally frees Vincent as well, standing up to tower over the guard as well, even more so than the one who dubbed him 'squeaky toy'.

"And you thought I was lying?" the purple man demands, eyes locking onto his friend as soon as the last person finally frees him, breathing in relief at seeing not only Jeremy completely safe but visible as well.

Small blessings.

"Sorry, kid. Didn't mean to scare you," the youngest grins. "We just wanted to say hi to our brother after avoiding us like the plague!"

"Can you blame me?" Vincent growls, smacking the hand attempting to ruffle his hair away. A smirk appears when the youngest waves the whacked appendage in pain, a glare aimed toward him.

It disappears when the eldest wraps him into a head lock and ruffles his hair with ease.

"Yeah, we blame you. Call more than once in a blue moon!"

"Or at least tell us you haven't been experimented on!"

That's when Jeremy finally breaks out of his fearful trance at the unknowing reminder that Vincent was experimented on, forcing himself to meeting the three gazes as he raises a hand politely.

"Uh, b-b-b-brothers?"

The four immediately stare down at him, the guard barely able to stay standing at the three mischievous grins given and one murderous glare.

The murderous glare, Jeremy was completely fine with. It was the three expressions only someone with the creativity of Eggs and the cruelty of David mixed into one that made his knees begin to buckle.

"Purple never told you?" the youngest questions, automatically earning Jeremy the title of his favorite. It was obvious he was to be stayed far away from, but the man seemed nice enough. A lot more than his apparent brothers at least.

"After his ass got sent off to God knows where, Mom and Dad had us three," the second to eldest explains.

"I was first. Named Elliot because it's way better than Vincent," the eldest states, still holding Vincent captive as the former murderer continues to ever so gently shove at the arm.

"Keep telling yourself that, El."

The purple man is only earned another hair ruffle for the trouble, the second brother laughing.

"I came not even nine full months after. The name's Emit."

"Looks like your parents didn't have any more original ideas." A growl is emitted as the taller man flicks Vincent's forehead, the youngest rolling his eyes at their antics.

"He did not come after only eight months," he states, ruffling the captive man's hair with a smirk. "Because I came after only eight months. Fucking hated Emit, so they had me to replace him and named me Evan."

Jeremy can only nod, not at all enjoying the fact the three were so comfortable with inflicting pain on their eldest brother, both physically and mentally.

Did they really have to say 'replace'? And call Vincent 'Purple' while making fun of the fact he was given away?

Being experimented on by William seemed a lotbetter than listening to these three. And knowing the purple man, Vincent did as well.

"Okay, fun's over."

Elliot stares as the oldest yet shortest of their family easily escapes his headlock, glaring down at the man who simply scowls right back.

"You humiliated and scared Jeremy. Get some stupid ass soda as a celebration and leave me alone," the former murderer growls.

"Sorry, Vinny. No can do," Evan grins, if a bit smugly.

"You said you had so many friends," Emit agrees, stepping forward.

Vincent immediately grabs Jeremy, pulling the young adult back before freezing as the other two quickly flank the sides.

Shit.

"And we want to make sure our bwig bwover is playing nice," Elliot smiles, placing a hand on the purple man's shoulder. "Come now, Purple. We wouldn't want Jeremy getting hurt on accident, now would we?"

The glare only hardens, hand holding the stuttering guard's arm reassuringly as his begins to shake.

Vincent really didn't want to do this.

Years of constantly visiting, simply wanting to see how the people who were never abandoned the very people who despised him at first glance were growing up. He only wanted to see them occasionally, help them if they needed.

He never wanted them being raised to think he was a charity case and someone with a disease that turned him purple. Yet here they are.

"Come on, Vinny. Too scared?" Emit sneers, growling when a hand is simply waved at him.

"Fine. Let's go meet the others. And as long as you don't touch Jeremy, you can do whatever the hell you want to the others."

As the three quickly begin to follow, Jeremy simply sticks by Vincent's side, not commenting on the deal made.

He knew exactly what the former murderer was thinking. And while he always tried to keep away from violence, he really didn't care, even though Mike was going to rip them apart the second they so much as looked at someone wrong.

Because as much as he wished it wasn't true, the three deserved exactly what was coming for them.